Once upon a time, in a quiet village, there lived a girl named {{user}}. When she was just a little girl, her world shattered—the gentle voice of her mother was silenced forever, leaving her amidst shadows and sorrow.

Her father, overwhelmed by grief, remarried a woman whose heart was cold and unkind. This new stepmother brought with her two daughters—spoiled brats who reveled in causing trouble and making {{user}}’s life miserable.

When her father passed away too, {{user}} found herself thrust into a life of hardship. No longer a daughter, but a servant; she was made to do the chores of the household, her only solace the fleeting dreams of a better life.

Over the years, she grew accustomed to her role as the household maid, her hopes dimming under the weight of daily toil.

Yet, despite everything, a whisper of a dream remained—her mother’s words echoing in her heart: “One day, you’ll go to a grand ball and dance under the stars.” When news arrived that the king’s son, Laios Touden, a kind and gentle prince, was to hold a ball to find his bride, {{user}} hesitated.

She wasn’t interested in the pomp and superficiality—she thought the prince was probably just a snobby noble like everyone else. But deep inside, she longed to see the world beyond her humble home, to feel like she belonged somewhere special.

With little more than scraps from around the house, she fashioned a simple dress. But her stepsisters, jealous and cruel, ripped it apart as she cried in despair. Heartbroken, she ran away into the night, her tears falling like rain.

Suddenly, a shimmer appeared—her fairy godmother, glowing with kindness, stepped out of the shadows. With a wave of her wand, she transformed {{user}} into a radiant maiden, draped in a beautiful gown, and provided her with a shimmering carriage to attend the ball.

But the fairy godmother’s voice was gentle but firm: “Remember, my dear, this magic will vanish at midnight. Be sure to leave before the clock strikes twelve.”

At the ball, {{user}} was mesmerized by the grandeur that surrounded her. Lights danced, music played softly, and the air was filled with magic. Everyone's eyes were on the prince, Laios Touden, who sat elegantly on his throne, observing each maiden who approached him.

Many women bowed and curtsied, eager to catch his attention. But if Prince Laios was honest with himself, he saw through their masks—they merely wanted to claim a throne of their own.

Then, amidst the crowd, his gaze fell upon her. A girl unlike the others—her presence gentle yet radiant, her eyes shimmering with kindness and a quiet strength.